\[Denali’s POV\]
Rosco’s hand pushes between my legs, and his fingers press against my pussy, causing an embarrassing moan to escape me.
“Rosco,” I whimper, clawing his shoulders. “What are you doing?”
“Punishing you,” he husks, pressing harder so that his fingers push between my folds despite my pants and underwear being in the way. “Until you’re willing to be more honest.”
Shivering, I try to ignore the fire that is beginning to build below my belly button. He wanted me to be more honest, but in order to do that, I would truly have to let all my walls down, and I wasn’t sure I was ready for that.
“Are you going to test me, princess?”
Gasping, I sit up on my knees while Rosco begins to rub his fingers against me, driving me crazy right here in the car out in the open where anyone could see.
“Were you jealous of my past?” He asks, continuing his attack.
“I…” I moan, trying to concentrate. “I wasn’t.”
It took everything in me to say it the first time, and now I don’t think I could say it again; doing so would leave me vulnerable, and that was terrifying.
“It seems that this isn’t enough,” Rosco murmurs, pulling his hand away while I whimper in disappointment. “Don’t worry,” he chuckles, cupping my neck and pulling me forward so that our mouths collide. “I’m not done with you.”
Smirking, he moves us from the car to the front of the house while our mouths move together and our tongues dance, each of us fighting for dominance. When we manage to stumble inside, I’m pushed up against a wall while Rosco’s large hands explore my body, driving me crazy and building up the fire that is beginning to burn in me.
When he pulls away, his dark eyes take me in like a predator while his tongue moves against his lips, and when a slow smile begins to form on his handsome face, I know I’m in trouble.
“Take them off,” he growls, fixing his gaze on my pants. When I don’t move, his smile falters, and his eyes flash with promise. “Are we being defiant?”
Was I? Maybe because I truly want to see what he’s capable of. I don’t know why the thought of him being rough with me and forcing me to heed his command makes me so damn horny, but I can’t stop myself from wanting to push.
“I’ll give you one last chance,” Rosco warns, taking a few steps toward me. “Either remove them yourself or I’ll rip them off of you and make you scream for forgiveness for your testing me.”
Goddess, I really liked this version of him.
“Do it,” I rasp, my heart beginning to race with anticipation.
In one swift motion, Rosco’s clawed fingers are ripping into my pants, shredding them to bits. When he manages to get them out of his way, he grabs one of my legs and hooks it over his shoulder before his mouth dives between my thighs and his tongue between my folds.
Gasping, I lift to my tiptoes to give him better access while his assault continues.
“Rosco,” I moan, moving my hips with his attack. “That’s it. Just like that.”
What sounds like a chuckle escapes his lips before his fingers are shoved into me so that they begin to move with his tongue.
Dammit, it feels good—too damn good—and before I know it, I feel myself coming close to orgasm. However, before I can reach , Rosco pulls away and lifts his dark gaze to , and I immediately understand what he meant by begging.
“Were you about to cum, princess?” He growls, running a slow finger along my clit. “I don’t remember giving you permission. You only get to cum when I say you can.”
Finished speaking, he attacks again, and just like the first time, he stops when he feels me growing close.
Again and again, he repeats this action until I feel like I’m going to explode, but even then, he doesn’t allow me to cum. When he has had enough of attacking me with his mouth, he gets up and makes his way to a black leather couch that sits in the living room of the house. Plopping down, he motions for me to come to him, and like the obedient toy I am, I move forward and climb onto his lap.
“Beg me,” he chuckles, grabbing my hips and pulling me down onto his erect dick. “Beg me to let you cum, good girl.”
For a moment, I don’t move as Rosco’s intention sinks in. He was really going to make me push past my barriers with him.
“I…” I begin, but stop as he pushes into me.
“Beg. Me.” He repeats more firmly. "Otherwise, this will end with your mouth wrapped around my dick and you not getting a release.”
Eyes widening, I feel my pussy twitch with excitement over how forceful Rosco is being. Dammit, I actually liked this, and I want more of it. Did that mean that I really was a pervert, like Rosco accused me?
“Your choice, princess.”
Nodding, I grasp Rosco’s shoulders to support myself and begin to move.
“Please,” I whisper, trying to ignore the desperate need I feel. “Please, can I cum?”
“What was that?” He asks, sliding his hands from my hips to my ass so that he can give it a squeeze. “I can’t hear you.”
Shit. He really wasn’t going to let me off the hook, which was bad since I felt myself growing close again just from moving on him. He wasn’t fair, but I liked how unfair he was.
“Please,” I repeat more strongly while quickening my movements. "Please, can I cum?”
“I still can’t hear you,” he chuckles, lifting his hands and bringing them down on my skin, sending waves of pain and pleasure through me. “Say it louder, princess.”
“Please!” I moan, digging my nails into his skin. "Please, can I cum?”
Dammit, I was close—so close—and wasn’t sure if I could hold back this time. Not when he was beneath me, looking at me with those dark eyes that were like endless pools that I couldn’t help but get lost in.
“Please,” I repeat, starting to move faster while my high grows. “Please let me cum.”
“Go ahead.”
The words are like a magic spell that send me crashing into the strongest orgasm I ever had. It makes my body quake with delight, and my eyes roll into the back of my head. As I stiffen, Rosco clutches my ass and continues to move me, prolonging my ecstasy until another orgasm erupts.
“Oh goddess,” I groan, slumping forward and burying my face in the crook of his neck. “Rosco, that’s it!”
“Don’t try to muffle your voice,” he warns, grabbing my hair and pulling my head back. “I want to hear you, princess. Scream for me. Let the whole fucking world know who is making you feel this fucking good.”
"Rosco!" I scream, tilting my head back so I can shout it to the heavens. “That’s it, ROSCO!”
“Good girl,” Rosco murmurs, tugging my hair harder so that his mouth has perfect access to my neck and collar. “Since you’re being so obedient, I’ll reward you.”
Gasping, I cling to him as he flips our position so that he is on top and can take the lead, thrusting hard and fast into me while I scream and writhe beneath him. Never in my life did I imagine that sex would feel this damn good, but maybe it was because Rosco was the one fucking me.
“Harder,” I beg, clawing at his skin. “Fuck me harder.”
“Not yet,” he responds, causing a wave of disappointment to rush through me. “Your body isn’t ready for me to let loose yet.”
What did that even mean? How could a body be prepared for anything before giving it a try? I didn’t know, but I didn’t care to think too hard t it either, especially while Rosco was fucking me like he was.
“Don’t worry,” he continues, clutching my chin and making me look at him. “I’ll give it to you however you want it when I’m sure you’re ready, but for now, this is what you get.”
As he speaks, he shoves deep into me, and I feel him explode, which in turn causes another orgasm to erupt in me. Together, we cum while clinging to each other, and when we finally come down, Rosco leans forward and presses his lips against mine.
Not ready to stop, I wrap my legs around him so that he starts to move again, this time slow and steady, but even that is enough to make me go crazy.
I don’t know how many times we go at it, but by the time we finish, I’m too sore and exhausted to move.
“I’ll go run you a bath,” Rosco murmurs, leaning forward and kissing my forehead. “Stay here.”
“Like I would go anywhere,” I mutter, turning over so I can watch his retreating form, which is just as nice as his front view. The man was perfect at every angle, and I couldn’t help but feel someone like me didn’t deserve him.
Someone like me.
No. I couldn’t think that way. I only ever started having that mentality because of my family, but that didn’t actually determine my worth.
Shaking off the residual feeling of inferiority, I wait until I hear the sound of running water to get up and head in the direction Rosco disappeared. When I reach, I find him and press my body against his.
“I was,” I whisper, answering his question from earlier. “I was extremely jealous, but what happened in the past is the past, and even if I can’t be your past and you can’t be mine, I want us to be each other's future. Is that too selfish?”
“Very,” he responds, turning around and pulling me close. “But I don’t mind you being selfish. I would actually prefer it if you were more.”
“Mmmmm,” I sigh, laying my head against his chest so I can listen to the strong beating of his heart. “Then no matter what happens at the new moon ball, don’t leave me.”